All good things must come to an end. Sigh. Bittersweet memories and all of that. My obsession with a certain ball player started back in the 90’s.
I always loved playing baseball growing up in New York City, but rarely did I watch it on TV. For some reason, I had put the Yankee game on and became fixated on how a pitcher was throwing. After a few innings, my dad walked in and seemed surprised that I was watching this.
“This pitcher is amazing, dad! His name is Andy Pa-tee-tee.” (This is how I pronounced it. Little did I know.)
My dad replied, “Pett-itte. That’s how you pronounce it.”
My obsession with Andy Pettitte, #46 of the New York Yankees began.
If you are a Boston fan or any team that is not the Yankees, stop rolling your eyes and keep reading.
I became a regular watcher of the Yankees. It was a great time to be a fan. We have the rings to prove it. (Cheap shot, I know. Keep reading. )
Everyone knew about my obsession. I would park my car and rush into the bar to meet my friends but run to a TV before saying hi. I didn’t want to miss anything if a game was on that he was pitching in.
I collected newspaper articles and proudly wore my jersey. I referred to him as “My Andy”.
My friend and I went to a game once and like a good stalker, I waited by where the players come out. I think we may have breathed the same air. There may have been security involved. (Does a restraining order for something like this expire?)
Then, he retired. I wore black for a long time and didn’t want to talk about it. My therapist said this was normal… for me anyway.
“My Andy” made a comeback. He came out of retirement! Happiest day of my life. I would say don’t tell my husband this, but deep down he knows. There may have been a clue when I almost cancelled our first date out because he was pitching. Instead, we went to a place where I could watch the game. True love, people. True love.
When I moved away from New York, I watched the games on TV. My family would send me newspaper clippings. Around this time, I started posting on facebook. Everyone knew my obsession. It may have to do with all of my profile pics and constant updates on My Andy. He was a 5 time World Series Champion and holds the record at 19 with most post season wins.
Word came out he was going to retire. Again. For real.
I cried watching that last game on TV. I put away a lot of my news clippings somewhere so that I could move on. One day at a time…
Fast forward to the NY Yankees announcing they were going to retire his number. My awesome husband got us tickets for this big event. This was even going to be the 4 year olds first major league game. Could it be any more awesome than that?
We got to see the ceremony. I got to chant An-Dy Pett-itte a few thousand more times. I was able to share the experience with my husband, brother in law, son, and my dad.
We even made it to the big screen at the stadium.
I am positive My Andy saw us up there on it.
I just hope my picture is not current on that restraining order.